| MANDY’S POV |
Chris’s sudden thrust made my eyes sting, my p***y straining to take his c**k in as pain and heat tangled deep inside me.
A choked cry slipped out of my mouth, muffled by the cold metal of the locker against my cheek.
Chris didn’t pause. He gave me no time to adjust, no space to breathe.
His hands locked around my hips, holding me in place as he drove his c**k into my p***y hard and fast, each thrust slamming me against the lockers, making the metallic bang echo through the old athletics locker room.
His grip was punishing, fingers biting through the thin fabric of my skirt, bunching it around my waist. My torn panties clung uselessly to one thigh, a reminder of how little control I had left.
A ragged cry tore from my throat, tangled with pain and a flicker of pleasu
